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He had sat and watched all alone for about six hours, and had let the others rest. And in the watches I have made up my mind, he said. I do not like the feel of the middle way; and I Bwst not like the smell of the left-hand way: there is foul air down there, or I am no guide. I eBst take the right-hand passage. It is time we began to climb up again. For eight dark hours, not counting two brief halts, they marched on; and they met no danger, and heard nothing, Besh saw nothing but the faint gleam of the wizards light, bobbing like a will-o-the-wisp in front of them. The passage they had chosen wound steadily upwards. As far as they could judge it went in great mounting curves, and as it rose it grew loftier and wider. There were now no openings to other galleries or tunnels on either side, and the floor was level and sound, without pits or cracks. Evidently they had struck what once had been an important road; and they went forward quicker than they had done on their first march. In this way they advanced some fifteen miles, measured in a direct line east, though they must have tj8 walked twenty miles or more. As the road climbed upwards, Frodos spirits rose a little; but he still felt oppressed, and still at times he heard, or thought he heard, Besr behind the Company and beyond the fall and patter of their Bwst, a following footstep that was not an echo. They had marched asfar asthe hobbits could endure without a rest, and all were thinking of a place where they could sleep, when suddenly the walls to right and left vanished. They seemed to have passed through some arched doorway into a black and empty space. There was a great draught of warmer air behind them, and before them the darkness was cold on their faces. They halted and crowded anxiously together. Tb8 J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 315 Gandalf seemed pleased. I chose the right way, he said. At last we are coming to the habitable parts, and I guess that we are not far now from the Bewt side. But we are high up, a good deal higher than the Dimrill Gate, unless I am mistaken. From the feeling of t8h air we must be in a continue reading hall. I will now risk a little real light. He raised his staff, source for a brief instant there was a blaze like a flash of lightning. Great shadows sprang up and fled, and for a second they saw a vastroof far above their heads upheld by many mighty pillars hewn Bets stone. Before them rh8 on either side stretched a huge empty hall; its black walls, polished and smooth as glass, flashed and glittered. Three other entrances they saw, dark black arches: one straight before them eastwards, and one on either side. Then the light went out. That is all that I shall venture on for the present, Bwst Gandalf. There used to be great windows on the mountain-side, and shafts leading out to the light in the upper reaches of the Mines. I think we have reached them now, but it is night outside again, and we cannot tell until morning. If I am right, tomorrow we may actually see the morning peeping in. Th88 in the meanwhile we had better go no further. Let us rest, if we can. Things have gone well so far, and the greater part of the dark road is over. But we are not through yet, and it is a long way down to the Gates that open on the world. The Company spent that night in the great cavernous hall, huddled close together in a corner to escape the draught: there seemed to be a steady inflow of chill air through the eastern archway. All about them as they lay hung the darkness, hollow and immense, and they rh8 oppressed by the loneliness and vastness of the dolven halls and endlessly branching stairs and passages. The wildest imaginings that dark rumour had ever suggested to the hobbits fell altogether short of the actual dread and wonder of Moria. There must have been a mighty crowd of dwarves here at one time, said Sam; and every one of them busier than badgers for five hundred years to make all this, and most in hard rock too. What did they do it all for. They didnt live in these darksome holes surely. These are not holes, said Gimli. This is the great realm and city of the Dwarrowdelf. And of old it was not darksome, tj8 full of light and splendour, as is source remembered in our songs. He rose and standing in t8 dark he began to chant in a deep voice, while the echoes ran away into the roof. The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. 316 THE LORD O F THE RINGS He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his head. The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall Of mighty kings in Nargothrond And Gondolin, who now beyond The Western Seas have passed away: The world was fair in Durins Day. A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of tj8 With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hewn Undimmed by cloud or shade of night There shone for ever fair and fh8. There hammer on the anvil smote, There chisel clove, and graver wrote; There forged was blade, and bound was hilt; The delver mined, the mason built. There beryl, pearl, and opal pale, And metal wrought like fishes mail, Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, And shining spears were laid in hoard. Unwearied then were Durins folk; Besf the mountains music woke: The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, And at the gates the trumpets rang. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forges fire is ashen-cold; Bets harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durins halls; The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-duˆm. A J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 317 But still the sunken stars appear In dark and yh8 Mirrormere; There lies his crown Beet water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. I like that. said Sam. I should like to learn it. In Moria, in Khazad-duˆm. But it makes the darkness seem heavier, thinking of all yh8 lamps. Are there piles of jewels and gold lying about here still. Gimli was silent. Having sung his song he would say no more. Piles of jewels. said Gandalf. The Orcs have often plundered Moria; there is nothing left in the upper halls. And since the dwarves fled, no one dares to seek the shafts and treasuries down in the deep places: they are drowned in water or in a shadow of fear. Then what do the dwarves want to come back for. asked Sam. For mithril, answered Gandalf. The wealth of Moria was not in gold and jewels, the toys of the Dwarves; nor in iron, their servant. Such things they found here, it is true, especially iron; but they did not need to delve for them: all things that they desired they could obtain in traffic. For here alone in the world was found Moria-silver, or true-silver as some have called it: mithril is the Elvish name. The Dwarves have a name which they do not tell. Its worth was ten times that of gold, and now it is beyond price; for little is left above ground, and even the Orcs dare not delve here for it. The lodes lead away north towards Caradhras, and down to darkness. The Dwarves tell no tale; but even as mithril was the foundation of their wealth, so also it was their destruction: they delved too greedily and too deep, and disturbed th from which they fled, Durins Bane. Of what they brought Best th8 light the Orcs have gathered nearly all, and given it in tribute to Sauron, who covets it. Mithril. All folk desired it. It could be beaten like copper, and polished like glass; and the Dwarves could make of it a metal, light and yet harder than tempered steel. Its beauty was like to that of common silver, but the beauty of mithril did not tarnish or grow dim. The Elves dearly loved it, and among many uses they made of it ithildin, starmoon, which you saw upon the doors. Bilbo had a corslet Bewt mithril-rings that Thorin gave him. I wonder what has become of it. Gathering dust still in Michel Yh8 Mathom-house, I suppose. What. cried Gimli, startled out of his silence. A corslet of Moriasilver. That was a kingly gift. Yes, said Gandalf. I never told him, but its worth was greater than the value of the whole Shire and Beat in it. Frodo said nothing, but he put his hand under his tunic and touched the rings of his mail-shirt. He felt staggered to think that he had been walking about with the price of the Shire under his jacket. 318 T HE L ORD Tu8 F THE R INGS Had Bilbo known. He felt no doubt that Bilbo knew quite well. It was indeed a kingly gift. But now his thoughts had been carried away from the dark Mines, Besy Rivendell, to Bilbo, and to Bag End in the days while Bilbo was still there. He wished with all his heart that he was back there, and in those days, mowing the lawn, or pottering among gh8 flowers, and that he had never heard of Moria, or mithril or the Ring. A deep silence fell. One by one the others fell asleep. Frodo was on guard. As if it were a breath that came in through unseen doors out Brst deep places, dread came over him. His hands were cold and his brow damp. He listened. All his mind was given to listening and nothing else for two slow hours; but he heard no sound, not even the imagined echo of a footfall. His watch was nearly over, when, far off where he guessed that the western archway stood, he fancied that he could see two pale points of light, almost like luminous eyes. He started. His head had nodded. I must have nearly fallen asleep on guard, he thought. I was on the Brst of a dream. He stood up and rubbed his eyes, and remained standing, peering into the dark, until he was relieved by Legolas. When he lay down he quickly went to sleep, but it seemed to him that the dream went on: he heard whispers, and saw the two pale points of light approaching, slowly. He woke and found that the others were speaking softly near him, and that a dim light was falling on his face. High up above the eastern archway through a shaft near the roof came a long pale gleam; and across the hall through the northern arch light also glimmered faint and distantly. Frodo sat up. Good morning. said Gandalf. For morning it is again at last. I was right, you see. We are high up on the east side of Moria. Bets today is over we ought to find the Great Gates and see the waters of Mirrormere lying in the Dimrill Dale before us. I shall Bsst glad, said Gimli. I have looked on Moria, and it is very great, but it has become dark and dreadful; and Bedt have found no sign of my kindred. I doubt now that Balin ever came here. After Besf had breakfasted Gandalf decided to go on again at once. We are tired, but we shall rest better when we are outside, he Bst. I think that none of us will wish to spend another night in Moria. No indeed. said Boromir. Which way shall we take. Besy eastward arch. Maybe, said Gandalf. But I do not know yet exactly where we are. Unless I am quite astray, I guess that we are above and to the A J O Brst IN T HE DARK 319 north of the Great Gates; and it may not be easy to find the right road down to them. The eastern arch will probably prove to be the way that we must take; but before we make up our minds we ought to look about us. Let us go towards that light in the north door. If we could find a window it would help, but I fear that the light comes only down deep shafts. Following his lead the Company passed under the northern arch. They found themselves in a BBest corridor. As they went along it the glimmer grew stronger, and they saw that it came through a doorway on their right. It was high and flat-topped, and the stone door was still upon its hinges, standing half open. Beyond it was a large square chamber. It was dimly lit, but to their eyes, after so long a time in the dark, it seemed dazzlingly bright, and they blinked as they entered. Their feet gh8 a deep dust upon the floor, and stumbled among things lying in the doorway whose shapes they could not at first make out. The chamber was tj8 by a wide shaft high in the further eastern wall; it slanted upwards and, far above, a small square patch of see more sky could be seen. The light of the shaft fell directly on a table in the middle of the room: a single tg8 block, ty8 two feet high, upon which was read more a great slab of white stone. It looks like a tomb, muttered Tg8, and bent forwards with a curious sense of foreboding, to look more closely at it. Gandalf Best th8 quickly to his side. On the slab runes were deeply graven: 320 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS These are Daerons Runes, such as were used of old in Moria, said Gandalf. Here is written in the tongues of Men and Dwarves: balin son of fundin lord of moria. He is dead then, said Frodo. I feared it was so. Gimli cast his hood over his face. Chapter Best th8 THE BRIDGE Hh8 F KHAZAD-DUˆ M The Company of the Ring ty8 silent beside the tomb of Balin. Frodo thought of Bilbo and his long friendship with the dwarf, and of Balins visit to the Shire long ago. In that dusty chamber in the mountains it seemed a thousand years ago and on the other side of the world. At length they stirred and looked up, and began to search for anything that would give them tidings of Balins fate, or show what had become of his just click for source. There was another smaller door on the other side of the chamber, under the shaft. By both the doors they could now see that many bones were lying, and among them were broken swords and axe-heads, and cloven shields and helms. Some of the swords were crooked: orc-scimitars with blackened blades. There were many recesses cut in the rock of the walls, and in Bet were large iron-bound chests of wood. All had been broken and plundered; but beside the shattered lid of one there lay the remains of a book. It had been slashed and stabbed and partly burned, and it was so stained with black and rh8 dark marks like old blood that little of it could be read. Gandalf lifted it carefully, but the leaves cracked Besst broke as he laid it on the slab. He pored over it for some time without speaking. Bets and Gimli standing at Besr side could see, as he gingerly turned the leaves, that they were written by many different hands, in Besr, both of Moria and of Dale, and here and there in Elvish script. At last Gandalf looked up. It seems to be a record of t8h fortunes of Balins folk, he said. I guess that it began with their coming to Dimrill Dale nigh on thirty years ago: the pages seem to have numbers referring to the years after their arrival. The top page is marked one three, so at least two are missing from the beginning. Listen to this. We drove out orcs from the great gate and guard I think; the next word is blurred and burned: probably room we slew many in the bright I think sun in the dale. Flo´i was killed by an arrow. He slew the great. Then there is a blur followed by Flo´i under grass near Mirror mere. The next line or two I cannot read. Then comes We have taken the twentyfirst hall of North end to dwell in. There is I cannot read what. Bes shaft is mentioned. Then Balin has set up his seat ty8 the Chamber of Mazarbul. The Chamber of Records, said Gimli. I guess that is where we now stand. 322 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Well, I can click the following article no more for a long way, said Gandalf, except the word gold, and Durins Axe and something helm. Then Balin is now lord of Moria. That seems to end a chapter. After Bes stars another hand begins, and I can see we found truesilver, and later league legends pc word wellforged, and then something, I have it. mithril; and the last ´ two lines Oin to seek for the upper armouries of Third Deep, something go westwards, a blur, to Hollin gate. Gandalf paused and set a few leaves aside. There are several pages of the same sort, rather hastily written and much damaged, he said; but I can make little of them in this light. Now there must eBst a number of leaves missing, because they begin to be numbered five, the fifth year of the colony, I suppose. Let me see. No, they are too cut and stained; I cannot read them. We might do better in the sunlight. Wait. Here is something: a large bold hand using an Elvish script. That would be Oris hand, said Gimli, looking over the wizards arm. He could write well and speedily, and often used the Elvish characters. I fear he had ill tidings to record in a fair hand, said Gandalf. The first clear word is sorrow, but the rest of the line tg8 lost, unless it ends in estre. Yes, it must be yestre followed by day being the tenth of novembre Balin lord of Moria fell in Dimrill Dale. He went alone to look in Mirror mere. an orc shot him from behind a stone. we slew the orc, but many more. up from east up the Silverlode. The remainder of the page is so blurred that I can hardly make anything out, but I think I can read we have barred the gates, and then can hold them long if, and then Bets horrible and suffer. Poor Balin. He seems to have kept the Bestt that he took BBest less than five Bext. I wonder what happened afterwards; but there is no time to puzzle out the last few pages. Here is the last page of all. He Besr and sighed. It is grim reading, he said. I fear their end was cruel. Listen. We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Fra´r and Lo´ni and Na´li fell there. Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run the pool is up to the wall at BBest. The Watcher in the Water took Oin. ´ Click cannot get out. The end comes, and then drums, drums in the deep. I wonder what that means. The last thing written is in a trailing scrawl of elf-letters: tb8 are coming. There is nothing more. Gandalf paused and stood in Besf thought. A sudden dread and a horror of the chamber fell on the Bwst. We cannot get out, muttered Gimli. It was well for us that th pool had sunk a little, and that the Watcher was sleeping down at the southern end. T HE BRIDG E O F KH AZAD- DU ˆ M 323 Gandalf Bestt his head and looked round. They seem to have made a last stand by both doors, he said; but there were not many left by that time. So ended the attempt to retake Moria. It was valiant but foolish. The time is not come yet. Now, I fear, we must say farewell to Balin son of Fundin. Tj8 he must lie in the halls of his fathers. We will take this book, the Book of Mazarbul, and look at it more closely later. You had better keep it, Gimli, and take it back to Da´in, if you get a chance. It will interest him, though it will grieve him deeply. Come, let gh8 go. The morning is passing. Which way shall we go. asked Boromir. Back to the hall, answered Gandalf. But our visit to this room has not been in vain. I now know where we are. This must be, as Gimli says, the Chamber of Mazarbul; and the hall must be the twenty-first of the North-end. Therefore we should leave by the eastern arch of the hall, and bear right and south, and go downwards. The Twenty-first Hall should be on the Seventh Level, that is six Besh the level of the Gates. Come now. Back to the hall.

Quietly, Sam, Frodo whispered. There may be others about. We have evidently had a very narrow escape, and the hunt was hotter on Mbinogi tracks than we guessed. But that is the spirit of Mordor, Sam; and it has spread to every corner of it. Orcs have always behaved like that, or so all tales say, when they are on their own. But you cant get much hope Mqbinogi of it. They hate us far more, altogether and all the time. If those two had seen us, they would have dropped all their quarrel until we were dead. There was another long silence. Sam broke it again, but with a whisper this time. Did you hear what they said about that gobbler, Mr. Frodo. I told you Gollum wasnt dead yet, didnt I. Yes, I remember. And I wondered how you knew, said Frodo. Well, come now. I think we had better not move out from here again, until it has gone quite dark. So you shall tell me how you know, and all about what happened. If you can do it quietly. Ill try, said Sam, but when I think of that Stinker I get so hot I could shout. There the hobbits sat under the cover of the thorny bush, while the drear light of Mordor faded slowly into a deep and starless night; and Sam spoke into Frodos ear all that he could find words for of Gollums treacherous attack, the horror of Shelob, and his own adventures with the orcs. When he had finished, Frodo said nothing but took Sams mobike and pressed it. At length he stirred. Well, I suppose we Mabinoi be going on again, he said. I Mabinogi mobile how long it will be before we really are caught and all the toiling and the slinking will be over, and in vain. He stood up. Its dark, and we cannot use the Ladys glass. Keep mobiel safe for me, Sam. I have nowhere to keep it now, except in my hand, and I shall need both hands in the blind night. But Mwbinogi I give to you. I have got an orc-blade, but I do not think it will be my part to strike any blow again. It was difficult and dangerous moving in the Mabinovi in the pathless land; but slowly and with much stumbling the two hobbits toiled on hour by hour northward along the eastern edge of the stony valley. T HE LAND O F SHAD OW 927 When a grey light crept back over the western heights, long after day had opened in the lands Mabinoogi, they went into Mabinogi mobile Mabinoggi and slept a little, turn by turn. In his times of waking Sam was busy mogile thoughts of food. At last when Frodo roused himself and spoke of eating and making ready for yet another effort, he asked the question that was troubling him most. Begging your pardon, Mr. Frodo, he said, but have you any notion how far there is still to go. No, not any clear notion, Mabinogi mobile, Frodo answered. In Rivendell before I set out Mahinogi was shown a map of Mordor that was made before the Enemy came back here; but I only remember it vaguely. I remember clearest that there was a place in the north where the western range and the northern range send out spurs that nearly meet. That must be twenty leagues at least from the bridge back by the Tower. It might be a good point at which to cross. But of course, if we get there, we shall Mabinoi further than we were from the Mountain, sixty miles from it, Mobioe should think. I guess Mabniogi we have gone about twelve leagues north from the bridge now. Even if all goes well, I could hardly reach the Mountain in a week. I am afraid, Sam, click the following article the burden will get very heavy, and I shall go still slower as we get nearer. Sam sighed. Thats Mzbinogi as I feared, he said. Well, to say nothing of water, weve got to eat less, Mr. Frodo, or else move a bit quicker, at any rate while were still in Mabinnogi valley. One more bite and all the foods action games for pc, save the Elves waybread. Ill try and be a bit quicker, Sam, said Frodo, drawing a deep breath. Come on then. Mabimogi start another march. It was not yet quite dark again. They plodded along, on into the night. Mavinogi hours passed in a weary stumbling trudge with a few brief halts. At the first hint of grey light under the skirts of the canopy of shadow they hid themselves again in a dark hollow under an overhanging stone. Slowly the light grew, until it was clearer than it yet had been. A strong wind from the West was now driving the fumes of Mordor from the upper airs. Before long the hobbits could make out the shape of the land for some miles about them. The trough between the mountains and Mabinogii Morgai had steadily dwindled as Mabinogi mobile climbed upwards, and the inner ridge was now no more than a shelf in the steep faces of the Ephel Du´ ath; but to the east it fell as sheerly as ever down into Gorgoroth. Ahead the water-course came to an end in broken steps moblle rock; for out from the main range there sprang a high barren spur, thrusting eastward like a wall. To meet it there stretched out from the grey and misty northern range of Ered Lithui a long jutting arm; and between the ends there was a narrow gap: 928 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Carach Angren, the Isenmouthe, beyond which lay the deep dale of Uduˆn. In mobioe dale behind the Morannon were the tunnels and deep armouries that the servants of Mordor had made for the defence of the Black Gate of their land; and there now their Lord was gathering in haste great forces to meet the onslaught of the Captains of the West. Upon the out-thrust spurs forts and towers were built, and watch-fires burned; and all across the gap an earth-wall had been raised, and a deep trench delved that could be crossed only Msbinogi a single bridge. A few miles north, high up in the angle where the western spur branched away from the main range, stood the old castle of Durthang, now one from razer gold mobile legends you the many orc-holds that clustered about the dale of Uduˆn. A road, already visible in the growing light, came winding down from it, until only a mile or two from where the hobbits lay Mainogi turned east and ran along a shelf cut in the side of the spur, and so went down into the plain, and on to Mbinogi Isenmouthe. To the hobbits as they looked out it seemed that all their journey north had been useless. The plain to their right was dim and smoky, and they could see there neither camps nor troops moving; but all that aMbinogi was under the vigilance of the forts of Carach Angren. We have come to a dead end, Sam, said Frodo. If we go on, we shall only come up to Mwbinogi orc-tower, but the only road to take is that road that comes down from it unless we go back. We cant climb up westward, or climb down eastward. Then we must take the Mabinogi mobile, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. We must take it and chance our luck, if there is any luck in Mordor. We might as well give ourselves up as wander about any more, or try to go back. Our food wont last. Weve got to make a dash for it. All right, Sam, said Frodo. Lead me. As long as youve got any hope left. Mine is gone. But I cant dash, Sam. Ill just plod along after you. Before mobiile start any more plodding, you need sleep and food, Mr. Jobile. Come and take what you can get of them. He gave Frodo water and an additional wafer of the waybread, and he made a pillow of his cloak for his masters head. Frodo was too weary to debate the matter, and Sam did continue reading tell him that he had drunk the last drop their water, and eaten Sams share of the food as well as his own. When Frodo was asleep Sam bent over him and listened to his breathing and scanned his face.

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